Thank God For Mother In-Laws And A Cautious Clause. Poem by Michael Gale

Look down, then look fastly away...
Ashamed of your past of yesterday.
How can i tell the world about the pain of life? ...
Who cares or dares cheat on one's own denied one wife?

The knife fresh'd dripped with blood droplets dripping down...
Down, down and down my t-shirt's unwelcomed clowned frown.
My wife-my wife-where be my lovely wife? ...
Away at her mother's home of well homely crazy strife.

Til the morn of our deafened of feeling's first born...
On that Halloween morn.
That to this day we sadly mourn...
Will that milk wagon deliver bad news on the other side of the state park's many rows of corn?

Travel trailers bring on many lost hours of time...
Cream and sugar in the coffee mug of life left dismal
and lonely without my other glass of iced tea and sugar and the juice of the lemon.

That other woman snuggles on down beside me next to the fireplace's warm glowing flames in time...
I've once again have lied to the old battle axe of the tortured soul and broken hearted bitch.

Corn flakes or Cheereos make up for days without wedded bliss...
With divorce papers served like a breakfast of happiness to last
as fast.
Hell! i don't need my shredded wheat now that no ring no longer be needed beneath the tree of heartburn or heartache without the nagging wife of whom i'll never to be ever willing and freely the one i do not miss.

Liberty bell of the heart is not all cracked up like it's suppose to be...
More like an anvel of deceite that hovers over our heads like a blackened darkend cloud of saddened spillage.
I'll celebrate this day of freedom without her bossy way of she.

Good bye bad feelings of remoarse...
Happy i be of course-of course!